CHORES

When the Winken Blinken days were gone,
defiance became my middle name.
Dad and I met only over floor tile and paint –
chores well done.

We’d visit the lumber yard, select
pine to fashion Adirondack chairs
to grace the deck, unaffected
by wind and rain.

Rising early, the bay quiet, we’d share coffee
from a pot that sat – stacked silver orbs –
on the counter – and discuss our day’s
plans, make notes.

I’m an ecstatic sander – a lover of latex.
All my life – one gallon at a time
I paint my way back
to my father’s heart.

7 thoughts on “CHORES

  1. So many memories. This is lovely. Do you remember painting the copper bottom paint on our boats? I think you and Chris have had the same relationship with your dads. Love you!

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  2. ❤️❤️❤️

    On Tue, Sep 17, 2019 at 7:07 AM A WELL-TRAVELED HEART wrote:

    > Cynthia M. Sheward posted: “When the Winken Blinken days were gone, > defiance became my middle name. Dad and I met only over floor tile and > paint – chores well done. We’d visit the lumber yard, select pine to > fashion Adirondack chairs to grace the deck, unaffected by wind and rain. ” >

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